he is still and quiet caught in the lingering dream the boy god, growing up to fast, takes up more of the little boy bed each day... this year has been pivotal giant steps, have been taken
he has learnt, apron-strings are just cloth, there for the breaking
he has learnt, to write, read and lie he has learnt, friendships are not forever, but then some are. he has learnt, there are rules, some can be broken, others cannot. ...at least not without consequence he has learnt, both wonder and dissapointment
he has learnt, so much more....the curve steep and undulating
he knows, hopefully has always known... he is loved, cherished and holds within his heart....the capacity for greatness.
he knows, hopefully has always known, kindness costs little yet is a rare and valuable gift to give to both friend and stranger...